An icy path. A howling wind. The Pale stirs tonight. I know you will listen. You have listened before. On a certain day, in a certain place, with certain words, a certain spirit can be called from beyond.

Fate commands me but perhaps you can command fate. Mindok, if only we knew the way. The way! Perhaps I have something that can be of use - only, of course, to those who will listen.

Twelve is the number. Twelve, eleven and one. They will reveal themselves in due time but the time is not now, nor the place not here. Doors that were once closed have opened. Doors that never were now are.

Hearken, and may ancient prophecy guide you.

We, the dwellers of the wall,  transcribed and translated the text on the map, which we got to read:

cruel man,
mighty priest,
hearken now,
lord onikaan

Katherine

We, the dwellers of the wall,  transcribed and translated the text on the map, which we got to read:

Skooma...I need....skooma!